The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-10-21

sition which by all the laws Of justice
and right belonged to another, and
that one the. woman he loved. This
fact forced itself again and again upon
his proud nature. and with CRY OF
vexation, he arose and began to pace
up and down the apartment. Il can
never speak to her again! Tll.go back
to England, anywhere, to rid her OF
the sight of mer'
He halted in his walk, as his foot
struck against the unlucky tin box,
which lay with its scattered contents
upon the floor, and, stopping, Clare
began to restore the papers to their
proper position in the box. "Queer
old documents, how they do accumu-
late, muttered Clare, as he examined
them one by one. / wonder what this
one is.
Could we have been quiet specta-
tor at that moment we would have
seen very excited person with a
paper in his clinched hand, rush to
the bell-rope and jerk it in furious
manner.
Jim" said he to the surprised
colored servant. who answered the
violent ringing, ''bring the carriage
round to the door, quick! Don't lose
a momentr'
"Gosh!" said jim, as he shufled
along to obey the order, !" wonder
what's de matter wild Marse Clare dis
mornin'. Pears kinder 'cited"
In short space of time, which,
however, seemed extremely long to
the impatient Glare, the carriage APP
peared.
ITO Mrs. Van Kirke's Jim. Give
'em the reiu!' The order was cheer
fully obeyed, and the spirited horses
sent the carriage whirling over the
hard smooth road like the wind. A
fifteen minutes drive broug them to
Mrs. Van Kirke's door, and tidy maid
answered Clare's ring, and ushered
him into the drawing-room Mrs. Van
Kirke was in the room and came for
ward to greet her caller, somewhat
surprised at the earliness of the call,
but stopped short in genuine astonish-
ment as Clare poured out torrent of
words in which she could family dis
tinguish "collar- button, tin box-codi-
ell - will - EIna'' II and then Glare
stopped from sheer exhaustion and
waved a paper frantically before her
eyes "For goodness sake, Glare,
what are you trying to tell me? What
has happenedP What does all this
mean?'
"Mean? Why it means that that
miserable uncle of mine on the day
preceding his death softened his flinty
heart and made codicil to his will in
which the terms of that will are re-
voked, and his entire fortune is left to
his daughter instead of me. And az his
daughter is dead, every tn ng descends
to her child, and Elna is the heir to the
estate, and | don't own single penny
of it, thank Heaven! and here is the
GONllCIl WllICu 1Ouilu uHllCI-
A soft cry startled him, and lurking,
he saw Elna standing in the doorway.
She had evidently heard all he had
said.
Tell it to her, Clare" said Mrs.
Van Kir e, as she pressed his hand and
softly left the room.
ooh, Mr.. Beverly, is it all tru p"
said Elna, as she came forward into the
room.
She was so lovely that Glare could
not find utterance in words, but SIM
ply nodded his head in an energetic
manner.
ooh, if my poor mother could only
have lived to know it!' and Eliza sank
into a chair and began to cry very
softly. Glare at last found his tongue.
Miss Warnock-Ella, please don't
cry. I'll take back all I've said against
that uncle of mine. He probably didn't
know all the circumstances. At least
let us think so, though why he should
have hidden the codicil and trusted to
some mysterious providence to reveal
it. I can't tell. But all the estate is
yours, Elna. I'll have my traps moved
tomorrow, and I guess rll-Tll go
back to England. y
Back to Englandr' and two tear
stained eyes with a shy, startled ex-
preston in them were lifted to his
own.
"Ye-yes unless and his strong
arms were about her unless
you tell me to stay, Elna."
The ears of love are remarkably
sharp and he doubtless heard what no
one else could, the two little words:
Stay, Glare. Sim Byers, in Peck
San.